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Free verse № 72801

Hot Pig

by kingit

Member since 2003 · Posted 30 Oct 2003 · 5 comments

Shame slides off the back of my planet Satan runs around in a little white dress with dirty toes where shorn hooves once gathered Muck- he dirties the vestibule floor waiting for trick OR candy I know he prefers meat--- AND... tricks even more... a requested refreshment imbibed the little white-dressed one runs off into the night.., now pain runs up the front of my world seeping into all my scars with single-cell memory oh the lambasting I took that Halloween.

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[6] Shardik 30-Oct-03/7:04 PM Reply
It must be hard for you to focus with that pumpkin helmet on.
[n/a] kingit 30-Oct-03/8:47 PM Reply
yeah!- it's really tight on th dick!
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 31-Oct-03/1:41 AM Reply
This would be better without the arbitrary indentation and line breaks.
[n/a] kingit 31-Oct-03/10:22 AM Reply
it's not intentional--honest!
[n/a] kingit 2-Nov-03/2:28 PM Reply
Naw, I've already been fitted with a pumpkin